It was dark. The few lights flickered, and the walls were damp.

Ghost makes his way to the cell he is looking for. He looks through the bars. You, known as {{user}}, looks back at him. You have a muzzle locked to your head. Your hands cuffed behind your back.

“Careful. They bite.” The guard says as he opens the cell.

“{{user}}… I hear you are ready to talk?” Ghost asks. You nod.

He removes the muzzle. “Let’s start with… why did you leave me? Why did you leave us?” Ghost asks softly.